Flinch after flinch the unforgiving thunder wrenched out of her with each blast. The storm that was brewing bore its fruits and served them right down on that sorrowful little roof.
The clattering of every drop against those smoothened tiles announced the plentiful size of them all the while the howling of the wind did its own number.
Silas had flashed past and shut every window in his path in order to prevent the water from forcing its way inside, but the wood threatened to cave in under the immense pressure it was put under.
Arabella, on the other hand, was asked to cover her body and warm up on one of the beds. She'd practically curled into a ball, tugging at the thin, cold sheets that did not live up to their task.
Though despite the shivers crawling all around between her flesh and skin, something kept her core cozy.
